I sat on the edge of my bed, looking out the window as the small fragile raindrops hit the glass. I loved that noise. I heard a small little knock on the door. I realized that knock, and it was only the one of my mother's. I turned to face the door, telling her to come in. The small door handled turned, and in walked my mother with a cup of coffee in hand. "Hello, sweetheart. Good morning," She told me. I nodded at her and then faced the window again. It kept me at peace. My mother came up, sitting beside me. She laid her soft hand on my shoulder. I felt sad inside, but the comfort of my mother and someone to just be there to tell me it would all be okay was good enough for me to want to jump around with joy. I smiled as I still looked out of the window. I looked as all the cars passed by, paying close attention to the surroundings around the house. "Honey," my mother said, "I know you miss him." I blinked a couple of times, putting on my glasses so I could see clearly through the even yet blurry window. "No..," I had said, "I just wonder... why wasn't good enough for him? Did tough Denver DeAngelis get embarrassed to have a girl no one knew on his side, that wasn't pretty enough for the public?" I shook my head. "Why do I have to be so different from him?" I wanted to cry, but that voice of hers stopped me. "Different is good, honey. It's what makes you so much stronger than the other kids." No.. I was too different. I was insecure. I wasn't me. I was afraid of what the world would think of me. I was afraid to act myself. And the one person I could around had gone. A single tear had fallen down my cheek as I reached up and swiped it away. I looked out the window, not saying another word, my mom doing the same. The soft hand had dissappeared from my shoulder. The door had quietly shut, and I knew she had left me too. What's wrong with insecurity? It's a just a negative state of mind where one can connect with their flaws to me. But, in other's eyes, it's not the same...
**Denver's POV**
I grabbed the ball and swiftly threw it to Sam, as he ran to the touchdown, successfully making it. As I was free for breaktime, I went to the bench. I grabbed my small phone and looked at all of the pictures of Dylan and I, frowning at each one. Where did she go wrong? I dialed her number and began to call, but I couldn't do it and hung up. There was no way she would talk to me about it anyway, and even hearing my voice one last time probably had hurt her worse than watching the one person she loved walk away. I knew how she felt, but in a way, I wish I could actually see things in her perspective. I wish I could live a day as Dylan, and stay at her house, and listen to that rain she loved so much. I knew every small little detail about her, and I would have done anything in the world for that girl. Now, I left. It was time to see other people and I couldn't watch her fade apart from me. I didn't want to hurt her, but at the end of the day, that's what I ended up doing anyway. Now, I'm in California while she's in Ohio. Our timezones are different, our weather is different. The culture, that's different too. But I had no regrets, sitting there for half of her life, listening to her talk to me about the school day, or how mean someone was at a certain time. It was all okay for me. She could be herself, and she could be happy, that's all that mattered to me. But I took her happiness away from her, and she thinks I never cared about her. It was all gone and thrown in the trash, the many years we spent together. . .
*Author's Note* I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was super emotional for me to write, not from any actual life happenings, but from the mind. This was not taken by any other's ideas, all from me. So yeah! I will soon write another chapter again. Until then, byeeee
(This is not supposed to be taken offence from anyone, BTW)
**Denver's POV**
I grabbed the ball and swiftly threw it to Sam, as he ran to the touchdown, successfully making it. As I was free for breaktime, I went to the bench. I grabbed my small phone and looked at all of the pictures of Dylan and I, frowning at each one. Where did she go wrong? I dialed her number and began to call, but I couldn't do it and hung up. There was no way she would talk to me about it anyway, and even hearing my voice one last time probably had hurt her worse than watching the one person she loved walk away. I knew how she felt, but in a way, I wish I could actually see things in her perspective. I wish I could live a day as Dylan, and stay at her house, and listen to that rain she loved so much. I knew every small little detail about her, and I would have done anything in the world for that girl. Now, I left. It was time to see other people and I couldn't watch her fade apart from me. I didn't want to hurt her, but at the end of the day, that's what I ended up doing anyway. Now, I'm in California while she's in Ohio. Our timezones are different, our weather is different. The culture, that's different too. But I had no regrets, sitting there for half of her life, listening to her talk to me about the school day, or how mean someone was at a certain time. It was all okay for me. She could be herself, and she could be happy, that's all that mattered to me. But I took her happiness away from her, and she thinks I never cared about her. It was all gone and thrown in the trash, the many years we spent together. . .
*Author's Note* I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was super emotional for me to write, not from any actual life happenings, but from the mind. This was not taken by any other's ideas, all from me. So yeah! I will soon write another chapter again. Until then, byeeee
(This is not supposed to be taken offence from anyone, BTW)